Case of the Uglies

“I’ve seen very few lambs that weren’t cute,” said Darling. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen an un-cute lamb. But this one…he’s not very cute.”

Darling is right. He’s definitely a bit of an odd looking lamb. Big head, droopy ears… Not that we mind droopy ears, of course; we typically find them rather endearing. But this boy…well, he’s just odd looking. Maybe it’s because he ran into the spoon head first?

Which leads me to the names. We laughed pretty hard at some of them. If Darling hadn’t already selected a name for one, I think we’d have gone with Brian’s suggestion of “I was first! ” and “Get real!” Not sure what we’d have actually called them for short; people may have looked at us funny if we kept yelling Get Real come fair time. And can you imagine hollering I Was First! while waiting in line to get into the show ring? Not good manners at all.

I was pondering the name suggestions while doing chores last night, when City Boy popped his head through the barn window to take a peek at the babies.

“Someone suggested Spooner as a name,” I said.

“I don’t get it.”

“On account of the ewe spoon.”

A collective “Euw…that’s nasty!” came from both City Boy and Darling, both wrinkling their noses. “You wouldn’t really name him that, would you?” Darling was pleading. “What if someone were to ask me how he got his name?”

“What if someone were to ask you why he’s got a case of the uglies?” I asked her.

“I guess I’d have to tell him it’s because he ran into a parked ewe spoon…”